His hands were moving still, helping her as he held her waist. He wore his robes still, as did she, so they way they were sitting, much was not in full view to the rest of the room.
Not that he would have even noticed the glances and snickers; he was so lost in kissing her, pulling back ever so slightly to dive in again, his mouth not smiling nearly as much as it locked onto hers. He nursed at her and then realized that in her position, much of what he was feeling would be very evident to her. His hands were at her waist, tugging at her, slipping up her back on the top of her robes.
He pulled back from her, breathing hard and then moved his hands without speaking, to the front of her robes, his eyes wider with his mouth red from the snogging. He slipped his hands into her robes, over her blouse to her back, running his hands up and down her curves before he leaned forward to catch her mouth again.